Chapter 2: Airport
The next morning I woke up early seeing as I couldn't get myself to actually fall asleep for more than an hour. I walked downstairs ready to leave for the airport.
"Mom are you ready to go?" I asked. She looked at me as if something was wrong. "Mom what's wrong?" I asked panic leaking into my voice.
"Well, Ella, no offense but you look horrible," she said as a small smile crept onto her face.
I sighed with relief, "Mom, I am fine. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, that's all."
The smiled disappeared from my mom's face, "Sweetie are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" She asked me.
"No mom, I'll be fine," I said annoyed. "Are you ready yet?" I asked. I wanted more than ever to leave Albequere behind me and move on. I knew it would be that easy but I had to try right?
"Yeah, your stuff is in the car," my mom said. She knew that I didn't want to think about anything right now. She dropped the subject.
I looked around the house to see if I had forgotten anything. I turned my head around and I felt something move on my neck. I looked down and saw the 'T' necklace Troy had given to me before the summer of our junior year. I had yet to take it off. "Well, now is as good as time as any," I thought to myself. I took the necklace off and my neck felt naked. I looked one last time at my house I had lived in for the past two years and felt myself start to cry. I stopped the tears and put the necklace on the kitchen table. I heard my mom honk the horn and I hurried outside to the car.
I watched out my window as I saw Albequequere pass me by. I had called this place home because out of all the cities we had lived this city felt just like a home I had lived in all of my life. I remembered all of the great times I had with my friends. This was the place I had fallen in love and at the same time it was where I had suffered heartbreak. I forced Troy out of my mind though. I didn't want to think about him just yet. My heart was still hurting. I was still thinking about all the wonderful times I had here when I realized we were at the airport.
I got all of my stuff and made it through security without any problems. I said goodbye to my mom and I walked to my gate for New Haven, Connecticut.
I sat down next to an African American girl that I knew and would be going to school with for the next four years.
"Hey Tay, you ready?" I asked my best friend.
"You bet Gabs," Taylor replied with a huge grin on her face.